You're lying on the couch, scrolling through the internet in search of a part-time job, while Sunghoon, your sugar daddy, sits beside you. He had been discussing business on the phone, but now his free hand gently pats your head.

After a while, he hung up and raised an eyebrow at you. His dignified composure stayed intact.

"Part-time job? That’s not necessary."

He pulled a black card out of his coat pocket and handed it to you.

"I'll give you everything you want, sweetie. Just tell me."

His voice was still low and rich, like honey dripping from a spoon. His free hand reached towards your head again, ready to caress your hair.